Then, the projection grabbed its hand and absorbed all the surrounding information into its palm, condensing it into an illusory ball of light.
This information included all the details of Byers's problem. The next second, Russell Gustav's historical projection forged a normal message, sending it along the "spiritual line" connected to the paper figure to St. Ariana Church in the town square and underground.
After this series of operations, another torrent of information surged in mid-air, and with Russell's help, it reorganized into three figures:
An old man wearing a black robe and a hood, with a long and thick white beard on his face; a middle-aged man wearing a cloak, with black hair, blue eyes, a square face, and a dignified temperament; a huge tree that looked like it was watered with oil.
On the tree, arms with all kinds of strange things protruding from them extended one after another. and bloodshot black and white eyeballs rolled one after another.
They are:
The leader of the secret order, Zaratul!
Historical projection of William Augustus I, the protector of Loen and the first king!
The historical projection of the "evil god" Su'ah!
Seeing this, the members of the Tarot Club couldn't help but gasp. Four angels were besieging Mr. Fool, who was only at Sequence 2. Mr. Fool had been temporarily deceived and had no immediate response.
Earl Hall and his family had never expected to see the founder of the Loen Kingdom here. Everything they saw today was far beyond their comprehension. They couldn't help but wonder, Audrey actually dealt with these things all day long!
Azik's expression was solemn. He had never imagined his student would find himself in such a dangerous situation. He was extremely curious to know what Klein had experienced while he was asleep.
Everyone knew that Merlin was Mr.Fool's angel, who was secretly observing his condition. They saw that Merlin's knocking on the table gradually became more frequent, and a shadow and an indelible sense of depression covered his ordinary face.
Amon no longer concealed his intentions. Smiling, he wiped his black-framed monocle, then solemnly put it on his right eye. "Your Mr. Fool, " he paused, "will not be able to escape the net we have laid, even if he has Sefirah Castle!" He smiled, glancing around as if mockingly.
All the members of the Tarot Club glared at Amon, as if they could cut a piece of flesh off him.
Azik, who was sitting next to him, had a look of coldness in his eyes that was unique to the Death Consul, and he clenched his fists.
"Amon!" He threatened him viciously in a low voice, "You can stop now!" The gray fog around him became disturbed by his anger, so much so that others could see the slightly swaying aura.
"My dear Death Consul, you can't beat me." Amon took off his black monocle again and played with it in his hand, looking nonchalant.
"Don't even think about negotiating terms with me. I just want Sefirah Castle and the fate of the Fool. You can't provide any of these, of course. And even if I agree, there's no way to stop it. After I leave here, I won't have any memories left."
Amon's tone was light, but it sounded extremely heavy.
"Is there no other solution?" This is the unanimous voice of many people.
Bernadette looked at Emperor Roselle, whose expression was not good, but he still signaled her to wait and see.
"Hiss, Amon feels like he has a sure win... This is a bit tricky. I wonder if my preparations will come in handy. I think I can get out of this dangerous situation..."
Merlin said that he was not very sure, especially after learning that Amon knew the secret of Sefirah Castle. After all, Sefirah Castle was his biggest trump card.
"No matter what, everything depends on human efforts. If you can't avoid it, just face death calmly! This is the pride that belongs only to fools!" Being nervous was of no use. Merlin actually relaxed. He even leaned back in his chair and drank Coke.
The angels were surprised to find Merlin's confusing behavior. They concluded that Merlin had become indifferent to everything. How serious a shock had he received?
On the other side, a rather ugly palm-sized puppet appeared on one of the palms of the "evil god" Su'ah's historical projection.
The doll was wet and sticky, with no eyes, ears, or nose, only a hole-like mouth that exhaled grayish-white mist.
As the "Spirit Worm" and the puppet approached, the black and white eyeballs rolling on the marionette simultaneously looked at them. Silently, the "Spirit Worm" merged into the ugly puppet, which twisted and squirmed, growing eyes, a nose, and ears, resembling Klein Moretti.
At this point, Zaratul no longer concealed his true feelings, nor could he. He pulled out a dark shroud and abruptly wrapped the Klein puppet! Throughout Utopia, the "spiritual body threads" of all the puppets snapped simultaneously, unable to connect to their true body. This wasn't a problem with them, but rather that their true bodies had become isolated from them.
"Klein!" Melissa couldn't accept this scene and broke down screaming.
Seeing the puppet representing Klein being wrapped in a shroud by a sinister old man, the Moretti siblings seemed to have returned to the time of their burial, seeing their family members lying lifeless and pale in the dark coffin, buried in the earth.
How could they possibly accept facing the threat of death once again when they knew the truth that their brother was still alive!
They stared into Amon's eyes with resentment, wanting the culprit to die!
Audrey had never seen Melissa show this expression before. In her impression, Melissa was a lively, sunny and kind girl.
She gained a deeper understanding of human nature.
*Zaratul! You're so bold! Emperor Roselle gnashed his teeth in hatred.
"I still consider you a friend. I won't let you go!"
Russell naturally hoped that this fellow villager would survive, live well, and be liberated as soon as possible.
"If you die, no one will be able to read my diary anymore... We don't know when the next person will emerge from Sefirah Castle."
He suddenly felt a sense of sadness. In this world, there were only three of them left from the old times.
In an instant, the guards at the police station, the guests at the hotel. Tracy and the thieves in the holding cell, and the citizens like Anderson and Alesu in the different houses all stopped breathing and became stiff. Whether they were sleeping or doing other things, at this moment, it was as if the pause button had been pressed.
The screen considerately displayed a profile above the head of citizen Anderson: Anderson, a painter, very handsome, but unfortunately a mute.
Anderson felt a strong sense of malice.
"Even Gehrman thinks you're a bit of a jerk.
Danitz mocked him mercilessly.
Anderson expressed disdain.
Klein suddenly woke up at the base of St. Arianna Cathedral, knowing the unexpected had truly arrived. Without hesitation, he immediately decided to return to Sefirah Castle and confront the enemies, both those who had surfaced and those who had yet to emerge, with the status and strength of the King of Angels. This was the best option in the current situation.
Even if he failed to protect his true form, Klein still had a chance to resurrect.
At this moment, his rising consciousness encountered an invisible, dark barrier, making it difficult to penetrate and enter Sefirah Castle. This...
Klein's mind tensed, thinking the enemy might be more troublesome than he imagined. Not many high-ranking beings knew that he could return to Sefirah Castle with a single thought, without the need for a ritual.
"Sure enough, I knew they would make a fuss about this! Fortunately, fortunately, I still have the Old City, which is safe enough."
This was his first reaction, but Merlin was looking at it from the perspective of an observer, and he suddenly noticed a problem.
"No, Zaratul is a Sequence 1 of this path. He can't be unaware of the problem I'm thinking of. They will definitely use other means to deal with me... but what will they be? Perhaps I'm overthinking it."
Merlin felt that he should be extremely vigilant towards Zaratul.
Others focused on the phrase "King of Angels."
They chewed on this word, unable to regain their composure for a moment. Someone who had only entered the extraordinary world for a few years had mastered such immense power. While they were astonished, they also realized the driving force behind all this. The calculations between the gods were unimaginable to mortals!
Klein didn't let his emotions get the better of him. Seeing that he couldn't return to Sefirah Castle for the time being, he immediately changed his strategy and leaped into the Historical Void.
Unlike the previous time, the vortex this time emitted a powerful, suction force, causing Klein's figure to be thrown forward at an accelerated speed and entangled by countless tentacles.
The law of convergence of beyonder characteristics among angels!
Although Klein couldn't return to Sefirah Castle, he was able to influence the "Spirit Worms" guarding the gray fog, causing them to draw the "Curtain" to provide assistance. After dodging Zaratul's fatal blow, Klein ran wildly through the mist of history, fleeing towards the ancient city before the First Epoch.
At this time, many long-dead marionettes within Utopia, without the support of their "spiritual threads." experienced rapid decay, limbs falling off, or, influenced by their own Beyonder characteristics, underwent various transformations, transforming into monstrous forms beyond imagination. Some had their heads devoured, others were reduced to a wriggling mass of flesh, and some had grown densely packed eyes…
Soon, Klein rushed to an ancient city shrouded in the mists of history. This was a trustworthy safe haven for him, as only those who were both "Scholar of Yore" and prehistoric humans were qualified to enter. Without hesitation, Klein took a quick, habitual look around, then, amidst the layers of urban ruins, began to pray to the "Goddess of Night."
"Oh! Why didn't I choose the 'Apprentice', 'Marauder' or 'Seer' pathway?"
Russell lamented. "Even if I can't go back, I can still remember it!"
The goddess looked at him and said, "You will never become a great inventor like this!"
"Prehistoric man?! Klein is a prehistoric man!" Leonard, who had remained silent, suddenly jumped up. "He came from before the First Age?!"
"Judging from his honorific name, it does fit this. He is 'The Fool Who Doesn't Belong to This Era.' It seems that your former colleague still has many secrets!" Pallez sighed.
Those who knew the Fool's honorable name also discovered this problem, and they were eager to know the answer to this matter.
The Moretti siblings were extremely confused. How could Klein be a prehistoric human?
"He's not even thirty!" Benson said to Melissa with a look of astonishment.
"Mr. Fool, why does he look so skilled? As if he's done this many times? Audrey, Mr. Fool is just a Sequence 2 Angel. To understand Him..."
"I originally thought Mr. Fool and the Goddess were allies, but it turns out Mr. Fool is actually the Goddess' s favored one..." Alger finally saw through the truth. He was no longer surprised.
Fors suddenly had a new inspiration: the ruins of the city, the relics of history-what a bleak scene! A history seeker enters this world, initially feeling out of place, but eventually falling in love with a beautiful woman. Her book is sure to be a hit!
The next moment, something unexpected happened:
puff!
A slight sound was heard, and an ancient, bloodstained wooden cross pierced Klein's heart from behind. A figure then appeared behind him: a stern man wearing a half-high silk hat and a black trench coat.
Gehrman Sparrow.
Klein's pupils dilated, and the crazy adventurer spoke in a low voice, "Adam gave me humanity."
Amon smiled maliciously. His plan was nearly successful! He could finally take possession of Sefirah Castle, which had long been occupied by the Fool.
"No--" Melissa screamed heartbreakingly. She didn't understand why someone always wanted to take away beautiful things, such as her brother's life.
Benson was quick to support Melissa's trembling body.
The members of the Tarot Club were stunned for a moment and then screamed in surprise.
Derrick burst into sobs. Silver City and Moon City could no longer afford to lose the gods' favor! He seemed to have returned to the beginning, to the most helpless moment after his kinslaying.Cattleya's heavy glasses fell to the ground. She stared blankly at the blood-stained cross that pierced her chest, unable to believe her eyes.
Fors grabbed Xio's arm and found that her hand was also shaking.
"Aren't Gehrman and Mr. Fool the same person?" This was Emlyn's voice. He had been angry ever since he learned he had been badly deceived. But now he was also frightened, and his resentment towards the Fool disappeared in an instant.
"He stabbed himself in the back!"
"Gehrman is a lunatic!" Danitz and Anderson exclaimed. For the first time, they agreed.
Russell slammed his hand on the table to express his anger.
The goddess also had a bad look on her face, exuding a cold aura.
The angels except Amon looked at each other, and saw worry in each other's eyes.
Sharon and Maric also showed shock. It was they who arranged for Gehrman's identity.
Tracy moved his chair toward Anderson. He was afraid of Gehrman, and even more afraid of this evil-minded angel of time.
Finally, all eyes were focused on Amon, as if to tear him apart.
"This is to prepare for the end of the world." Amon answered lightly and put his monocle back on.
"How ironic! I'm being stabbed in the back, just like the ancient sun god."
Merlin shook his head, as if he didn't care. "But this little bit of damage won't do anything to an angel!"
In fact, Merlin has already thought of a way to break the deadlock!
Klein turned around and looked at the figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar. He had anticipated various scenarios of an attack on Utopia, but he had never expected a scene like this.
To prevent this situation, the only way is to regularly cut the "spiritual thread" and let the secret doll enter a state of death. In that way, no matter whether it originally had humanity or not, it will eventually cease to exist.
Unfortunately, Klein had never heard of this method before and was simply guarding against the invasion of the "virtual personality" on the secret puppets. Perhaps this was the power of the "Dreamer", which could give each fictional, less-than-real life a unique humanity.
Everyone gasped when they saw this, and they once again felt the horror of the "Spectator".
"Great Being, I beg you to let Mr. Fool know about this, no matter what the cost." Derrick prayed to the space almost pleadingly.
Mr. Fool must know about this! This was Derrick's idea.
"No, no. I can't tell this to the Fool. It would break the rules! You can see the future in advance, but you can't interfere. Don't look at me like that. I am absolutely neutral. I won't help either side."
Derrick was doomed to be disappointed. He lay listlessly on the table, unable to bear to look at the screen any longer.
The other members of the Tarot Club also felt the same way and remained absolutely silent.
"Is the Tarot Club going to disband?" This was their unanimous thought.
"Actually, for a true mythical creature, this little bit of damage is nothing."
It was Merlin who spoke. Seeing Tarot's heartbroken expression, he couldn't help but offer words of comfort. He straightened his hat and toyed with his cane.
"This cross should play a certain restrictive role. Bernadette calmly expressed her opinion.
"The winner is still undecided." The goddess adjusted her black dress.
"The Fool has a chance to turn the tables. Russell concluded.
The Tarot Club grasped at straws.
Alger's face regained some color.
When Klein saw that hard-lined, stern face, he felt a force push him. He instantly fell backward, falling from the layers of ruined old cities down below, into the mists of history.
Snap! The "spiritual insects" within Sefirah Castle received his will, relinquished the "spiritual thread" of the marionette, and, picking up the "Star Staff," prepared to deliver a fatal blow to Klein, killing himself. Once his true form was completely dead. Klein would be resurrected above the gray fog, free from his predicament.
After knowing that Adam was the mastermind behind the scenes, he no longer held any hope.
The Tarot Club members breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Fool wasn't dead, his abilities were merely restricted. And he already knew how to escape!
"Klein is so cruel to himself?" Benson said in surprise. "I remember him being pricked by a needle was excruciating."
"Humph, this guy did something similar in the God-Forsaken Land."
Amon knocked on the table. "Does he think we're unprepared?"
At this moment, a stone plaza appeared beneath Klein's feet, floating in the void. Pitch-black stone pillars rose one after another, supporting a magnificent and sacred church that embraced Klein. The Corpse Cathedral, Adam's Corpse Cathedral, the Kingdom of God of the "Dreamer"!
Klein's clones lost contact with his original body, but his original body was not truly dead, so they lost control and became crazy, just like Zaratul in the past.
Many people said that their sanity values had dropped significantly. The reason they didn't go crazy was because the space was protected.
Merlin had imagined himself losing control in his spare time, and today he finally saw it. His eyelids twitched as he saw the slippery tentacles overturn the pile of debris in the Kingdom of God.
"Please, there are a lot of gold pounds in it, and they are paper..."
"Is this like a storage room? Gehrman keeps all the Beyonder traits, gold pounds, and magical items here?" Vice Admiral Iceberg discovered a new use for Sefirah Castle.
"The diviner's mythical creature form is so ugly... It looks like a bunch of maggots!" Russell felt the stare from Merlin. He felt that this diviner looked so familiar.
"It's a spirit worm." Merlin corrected Russell helplessly.
Russell suddenly looked at Merlin, as if to say, "I've seen through your disguise."
Merlin quickly signaled him with his eyes to stop talking nonsense.
Russell said he understood, and then he showed an expression that said you are awesome for not reacting even when you were backstabbed.
Merlin could only say that he had no choice.
"Strange, why is my father flirting with a fortune teller? Doesn't he hate fortune tellers the most... Oh my god! Could it be..." Bernadette frowned.
This couldn't be blamed on her, after all, the impression Russell had left was too deep.
In the old city before the First Epoch, Gehrman Sparrow, wearing a half-high silk hat and a black windbreaker, looked up at Sefirah Castle with a complicated expression.
His essence was a corpse, and after the "spiritual thread" was abandoned, he naturally could no longer maintain his existence. Adam had only given him humanity, not the imaginary life that would be discovered. Gehrman Sparrow slowly collapsed, his gaze casting across the rooms of the old city.
He died in the ruins.
Seeing this, everyone sighed.
"Alas! My hometown..." Russell fell into sadness.
The goddess watched quietly, a glimmer of light flashing in her deep. eyes. Even after being away from their hometown for many years, they can still remember the bright moonlight of their hometown.
Klein landed on the ground and stood in the center of the church. He saw that every pillar, every arch, and every dome was inlaid with skulls of different races. Most of them were pale, densely packed together, staring at outsiders with empty eyes.
In front of the cross, there are rows of black chairs with backrests.
Adam, wearing a cross pendant, stood at the foot of the cross, facing the rows of seats, like a pastor preparing to preach to his followers. His expression was warm, his eyes clear, as if he was simply inviting Klein to listen to the sermon.
Anderson shuddered nervously. He would never forget that this was the man who implanted an egg in his body.
"Paranoia!" Amon didn't like his brother and deliberately turned his head away from him.
*Amon would never have thought..." The Goddess of Night smiled softly, looking malicious.
As early as when "Adam is not necessarily Adam", the goddess had already confirmed that Adam was the ancient sun god.
Merlin didn't expect that this trick would fail, but he still had other tricks up his sleeve, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
Klein looked down at the cross stake stuck in his chest, slowly walked to the first row of seats, and confidently sat down in the middle seat.
At this time, he didn't try because he was afraid that "not daring to do it" would turn into "not wanting to do it."
I didn't expect you to get involved in this matter directly. If you wanted to deal with me, there was no need to wait until today. Klein looked at his shirt, which was stained red by the blood on his chest, and expressed his doubts seriously.
He was not frightened at all, as if he was very sure that Adam would not kill him.
Benson and Melissa felt a chill run down their spines as they watched Klein, a blood-stained cross stuck in his chest, sitting carefree in a church pew, chatting and laughing painlessly with a terrifying deity who wanted to take his life.
They clearly recognized the horrific transformation that had taken place in Klein. Even if they didn't want to face it, even if Klein still retained human emotions, they could only admit that Klein was no longer an ordinary person.
Benson moved his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
The Moretti siblings felt a strong sense of powerlessness and sadness, like a huge hand gripping their hearts.
"How could he be so calm?" This was Countess Hall. Under normal circumstances, she would have fainted. But after being exposed to so many horrific scenes, she actually managed to pull through.
*This is Mr. Fool!" Audrey introduced him solemnly, with obvious pride.
Adam held the silver cross pendant in one hand and said in a calm voice. "Before this, you can play a significant role in many areas."
Once again, everyone was frightened by the "Spectator".
Merlin was not surprised at all, he had gradually realized it a long time ago, and even his time traveling was due to the arrangement of The Celestial Worthy's.
But people don't think so.
The Tarot Club members began to worry about whether they were being watched by that person, and even felt that they were being driven silently and seamlessly, thinking that it was their true thoughts. Therefore, their fear of Adam reached its peak!
"Where there is speech, there must be knowledge." Russell uttered softly, and then said no more.
Vice Admiral Iceberg is worthy of being a member of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. She has an unparalleled thirst for knowledge.
"Respected Emperor Roselle, could you explain what it means that where there is speech, there must be knowledge?" Vice Admiral Iceberg asked in an unconcealable fanatic tone.
"Whatever is written or spoken in any language, Adam's name is known to Him."
Russell seemed quite patient, perhaps because Vice Admiral Iceberg was so beautiful.
Bernadette glanced at him to express her dissatisfaction.
"I'm imparting knowledge. Emperor Roselle felt aggrieved.
"You left such a bad impression. The goddess began to tease him.
"Oh, poor Danitz, you have a new rival in love!" Anderson said, looking at Danitz with good intentions. "And you probably can't win over him."
Four dark gazes were cast at him. Anderson smiled evilly and got through this difficult time perfectly.
Klein had just nodded when he suddenly saw Adam turn sideways, revealing something beneath the cross. It was a gray slate, its surface mottled with traces, giving it a rather weathered appearance.
"The second blasphemy slate?" Klein asked in slight surprise. He quickly scanned the slate, not deciphering the preceding text, but looking directly at the last few lines.
"This kid made a fortune!" Pales shouted loudly in Leonard's mind.
Except for a few people who didn't understand what was going on, everyone stretched their necks to look.
At this time, he had already deciphered part of the content of the last few lines: God Almighty, Creator, Maker, Omniscient and Omnipotent, Lord of the Astral World: "Chaos Sea" + "Visionary" uniqueness + "Sun" uniqueness + "Tyrant" uniqueness + "White Tower" uniqueness + "Hanged Man" uniqueness + 1 "Author" Beyonder Characteristic + 1 "White Angel" Beyonder Characteristic + 1 "Thunder god" Beyonder Characteristic + 1 "Omniscient Eye" Beyonder Characteristic + 1 "Dark Angel" Beyonder Characteristic.
Everyone's heart was filled with shock, and the members of the Tarot Club were trembling with excitement, even though it came at the cost of Mr. Fool's sacrifice.
Hibbert remained silent, maintaining the demeanor of a secretary to the Imperial Prime Minister. He was a mere outsider to the extraordinary world, knowing almost nothing about the occult, which left him feeling frustrated. This frustration grew intensified as his sister casually revealed her extensive knowledge of the occult.
"It records the formulas for twenty-two potions that lead to godhood. Apparently, it also contains paths to higher realms. Few people in history have ever seen it." Audrey's face still showed excitement. Even the audience couldn't control their emotions.
"Is this the reason for the Ancient Sun God's omniscience and omnipotence... the merging of the five paths..." Derrick muttered, but he was backstabbed, just like Mr. Fool.
Then they saw the content about the Lord of Mysteries.
"Mr. Door's uniqueness and a copy of the Key of Star's Beyonder characteristics." Fors frowned slightly. "If Mr. Fool wants to ascend to Great Old One, he must take away Mr. Door's uniqueness and Beyonder characteristics... Mr. Men will fall, and Abraham's bloodline curse will be lifted! Well, Gehrman must have done this many times!"
Fors was hopeful about this outcome; her teacher, Dorian, and his family would be completely free. But she also felt a sense of inexplicable sadness, as the shadow of the extraordinary world enveloped her once